His Sorrow Poem by Theodore Zendarski

We presume to know of a far better way
But our devices will falter somewhere, someday
Surely there will come a time, a time to pay
We don't care, our chosen course we shall stay
In light of His sorrowful passion, asking for wisdom is the best way

Contemplate well, be wise with our choices
Discern the good path, don't heed the tainted voices
Interpret His teachings with faithful discretion
Do not falter and succumb to the common obsession
In light of His sorrowful passion, be thankful to God every day

Share His blessings with one and for all, conquer our greed
Remember from Whom it is given, and take only for need
Your earned spiritual merits freely offer to Mary
For she knows where to place them for seed
In light of His sorrowful passion, hold nothing back, just give it away

Presumptuous are we who question His plan
Hallowed be the wonderous union of woman and man
Each to love and to cherish until one life departs
Defend to the end, the Divine will as much as you can
In light of His sorrowful passion, follow His will and enter the fray

Chaste should we be, before the big choice
The "I do" we spoke, He remembers our voice
To tear the union apart does ravage His heart
Any other style union upon us don't foist
In light of His sorrowful passion, His definition of marriage, be on our tray

Temptation is there, it etches away, seeking our defeat
Its dominion so great, it captivates His earthly elite
Preach the doctrine of God, not the twisted version of the temptor
Pray to lead well the masses while following His holy scepter
In light of His sorrowful passion, cherish His church, let it not sway

Dare we to clone in His image, but lacking a soul
Tempt we then our God, the being to be made whole
A creation such as this, a new life which we stole
Our pride do we praise, or our Maker do we console
In light of His sorrowful passion, I know you not, don't hear Him say

Cherish the unarrived, lovingly embrace they who are old
For our life is His gift, pure and precious, all from the same mold
Turn not the womb into a gruesome concentration camp
The decision is His alone as to when goes dark our worldly lamp
In light of His sorrowful passion, treasure all life and follow His way

Should we question why one is made girl or one a boy
With His decision from above do we possess the wisdom to toy
Does that infer that the maker has created a grievous mistake
The image of beings that He has made, we dare to remake
In light of His sorrowful passion, accept what is given and follow His way

Genetic manipulation, cross species and mechanical man
Don't limit your imagination, do try all that you can
By defiling My temple you are forcing Me out
But remember Who'll have the last word, the final shout
In light of His sorrowful passion, He is our light, He opened the way

Our fellow believers should all take heart
In knowing that afterwards, He'll set us apart
When we leave this place, we'll do so in grace
Pray for us all, that we may then see His sweet face
In light of His sorrowful passion, eternal life was given that day

If while reading this now you say you feel hurt
Imagine My pain, crucified, covered in blood and dirt
Will you visit me just once to ease My distress
Or ignore Me completely in sheer haughtiness
In light of His sorrowful passion, soften your heart and kneel down to pray